I am driving to Santa Barbara this afternoon. Just thinking about being there is making me cry, but I need to do it. The farmers market is today, it seems like its been years since we walked down garden st, over to state and 4 blocks down to get vegetables, cilantro, and flowers. She always held the bag of cilantro separately so she could smell it on our way home.
I hope I am strong enough to do this.
1 comment:
Hey Man,
Glad to see you kept up with the writing. Beyond having an obvious talent for it, I'm sure it is cathartic, as well.
I, myself, had to get away from my blog and the resulting influx of comments and emails. It was great to know I was not alone, etc, but it requires an energy that I am low on, at the moment. I've left it up, but have not posted in some time.
I just wanted to reply to your comment and tell you that, after reading much of your blog, I really respect your approach to your situation, and wish you the best.
Cheers,
Ted
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